Via the Associated Press, a North Dakota story with some lessons for us: 101-year-old recalls 1918 flu epidemic. Excerpt:
Although just 12 years old, young Thelma Trom had two unique vantage points from which to watch the epidemic as it swept through Hatton and the surrounding countryside that October and November.
She rode along with the local doctor, a neighbor from across the street, when he made house calls in a horse-drawn sleigh.
"He was so exhausted he would lots of times fall asleep," recalled Trom, still vigorous at the age of 101.
And stored inside the long garage behind her undertaker uncle's house next door, where the horse-drawn hearse normally was kept, were the coffins of those the doctor couldn't save. The garage once sheltered nine caskets waiting for families to bury their dead.
Dr. Andrew Arthur Kjelland was a one-man medical crisis team. On his rounds, the children stayed outside, covered in furs to stay warm. They often drove the horses in circles to keep them warm.
"We never went in the residences," said Trom. "He didn't want us to get sick. I can't remember that I was frightened at all. I just felt it was a duty."
The doctor prescribed hot lemonade to soothe his patients' throats, and goose grease to be rubbed on their chests.
"The main thing was to loosen up the phlegm," she said. Some flu patients contracted pneumonia. Others developed pleurisy, an inflammation of the lining around the lungs.
"Coughing was really painful," she said. "I don't know what the doctor gave them for cough medicine."
Many of those who died were young adults. "Especially the pregnant women, they had no chance," she said.
One of Trom's aunts, who was pregnant, became one of the first victims of the flu in Hatton. She likely caught it from a sick friend who had come home from the University of North Dakota, which had shut down.
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